Monday, November 22, 2010

I have hit the halfway mark for Movember and it’s not looking any better. Both the moustache on my hubby and my growing itch (all puns intended). So today as I’m flicking through the Globe and Mail in my two minute break between writing, editing, emptying the dishwasher, shoving another load of laundry in the washer and thinking already what am I going to feed the horde of kids, there’s an article on the Movember campaign.

Actually it’s a good article because I did wonder what sick person came up with a fundraiser for this – and yes, it was a man drinking beer. Or in this case a bunch of men drinking beer in 2003 in Melbourne, Australia. Duh, I had no idea someone came up with idea without liquor! Note to self: buy more liquor to get through the rest of the month.

Really though the marketing genius of Movember should be applauded. But like the author of the G&M article points out, “…does the campaign’s emphasis on mustache culture, risqué jokes and gentleman’s lifestyle risk undermining its goals? Oh my god I will so kill my husband if he doesn’t raise money for this charity.

Note to self for next year: pay hubby not to grow a moustache! Yes, that’s the idea women. Let’s take back the month of November and celebrate those cozy cuddles with our partners without that annoying-not-so-soft tickle of hair getting between you and love. Let’s change the name to Lovember. I seriously think I’m on to something here! Next year it’s totally Lovember – what more do I need to say. Those guys in Melbourne got it all wrong. First off they were obviously drinking because they don’t have girlfriends, wives or significant others and to come up with Movember I bet them a drink that’s not what they first came up with. I say Lovember all the way – how you want to raise money with cuddles, kisses and lots of more loving, and all for a great cause, is up to you but I’ve had 23 days to seriously think what I’ve been missing so I’m planning on Lovember for 2011. I challenge all you men out there to join my bandwagon for next year. Be a stud for Lovember!

Oh, I had to share the latest thing hubby said while wistfully playing with his moustache. “I have no idea how to manage this thing. What do guys do?” I told him to comb it….see pic for a good laugh.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Okay, we are well into November and I've been getting lots of criticism (ugh..cough...cough/advice) for not loving my hubby's moustache. Really, all I have to say to people is "I hate it!" Today is the 15th of November and I honestly thought of getting a movorce for the month of November when he suggested he's do this again next year. Are you kidding me? Even our kids yowled in outrage. It would be different if he looked okay with it, or if it all came in, but alas it doesn't. See pic for varification.

Brian is enjoying this experience and really happy to be getting donations for prostrate cancer (see previous blogs to see how you can donate to his file for research) but November has become a very slow month for me. I think it's the no kisses thing that's driving me insane. Since I write romance/erotica for a living, no kisses is soooo not fun...and it's coming out in my characters which is not sexy. I'll probably end up ditching half my writing this month and guess what, I'm blaming it on hubby and that damn moustache.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Okay, it’s well into week one of Nano and I’ve written over 5,000 words so far. I was aiming for 7,000 so I’m hoping to plug out another 2,000 over the weekend. But I keep getting distracted by hubby’s growing moustache. As promised his pic for week two of this test. Did I mention he’s raising money for prostate cancer and I seriously hope the headache of this damn moustache he’s growing earns lots of money for research because it is seriously cramping my style?

My style is lots of kisses, which soooooo are noooooot happening. When I look at him I think of a rat now. That is not a good thing to think of one’s hubby. I’m counting my days until one, it further fills in, which I have my doubts about and two; he shaves the scraggly thing off.

Oh, and when I did kiss him, because I was desperate (yes, I will admit that) I had to close my eyes and he started laughing when he felt me cringing – sad, so sad. Well, that ended the romance for the evening let me tell you. He’s even admitted he’s not liking it. That makes me wonder if he’s not liking getting no kisses from me, or the moustache….he hasn’t admitted which one.To stress again this is for a good cause so please donate or else I’m going to feel like my entire no-kisses month of November didn’t count for boo! To help, you can either: Click this link http://ca.movember.com/mospace/724590/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Judith James latest release Libertine’s Kiss left me breathless. Rich with poetry, which she wove delicately throughout the book and textured with historical details only James can fish out, this book is a stimulating, evocative must read.

William de Veres is a rake but readers will forgive him that failing because of his youth, his honor, his passion and almost bohemian-like poetry, which at times titillates while other times makes the heart weep for its blunt honesty. Add the puritan woman, Elizabeth Walters, who was his only childhood friend, who secretly wooed him with her sense of adventure, and pure spirit and the test of wills between Lord Rivers, as William becomes known, and Lizzy…well you won’t be able to stop turning pages.

Cast during the time of King Charles, whose court was notoriously filled with wanton women seeking something from the king in return for favors, Lizzy gets thrown into the mix. It’s either court or starvation because she’s fled her first husband and saving William doomed her. However, William’s plan to teach Lizzy how to use her innocence and refreshing charms at Court begins to backfire on him.

It’s here that James powerful sense of dialogue shines. I loved the banter, the use of poetry and the dramatic sense that Lizzy’s true love for William might not make for a happy ending. That’s the thing with James, she’s a master with leaving the reader wondering. Honestly, it wasn’t until the last two pages I was able to breathe easier. Thank you James for your gift of words, fanciful tale of two lovers who might not get to love and your powerful sensual scenes. I would willingly become a pupil of Lord Rivers.

To read more about Judith James’s Libertine Kiss published by HQN check out James site at http://www.judithjamesauthor.com

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Hi everyone.This blog today is dedicated to my hubby, who plans to drive me "NUTS" for the entire month of November. Now, it's here I should preference, one, I'm proud of him for stepping up to fundraise for a good cause because he's painfully shy and never does stuff like this so that makes me very happy, but really did he have to pick growing a Moustache? Yes, according to him he did. Now, it's here I should write that I hate facial hair on men. Hence, why I'm married to one who can not grow it - which you will all see as I take weekly pics of his "growing moustache" to prove my case. I asked him if I should support him and grow my armpit hair and he almost died - case in point, that's exactly how I feel about him growing any facial hair. So, let me stress again this is all for a very good cause but here is what I will be giving up for the entire month of November - KISSES from hubby. I think it's me that deserves a reward at the end of this. Our teenagers by the way have already started teasing him and yes, he's jumped the line here and started to grow one this week because as you will see in the coming weeks, he really can't.

Here is a sample of the weird things he's said to me already concerning the moustache."If I conditioned it, would you kiss me?", asked Hubby. Besides laughing with a vision of him getting a mouthful of conditioner, my answer was NO."It will make me look older," he said. No, I said, it will only make you look like a convict.

More to come in the weeks ahead, I'm sure.

So to tell it in his words, here is hubby's cause. Hope you get the NUTS joke now.

Hubby:This Movember, the month formerly known as November I've decided to donate my face to raising awareness about prostate cancer. My donation and commitment is the growth of a moustache for the entire month of Movember.

I'm doing this because 4,400 men die of prostate cancer in Canada each year and one in six men will be diagnosed during his lifetime.

I am a part of the “Men in Trucking” group, which is the male members of the NS Trucking Safety Association’s Board of Directors.

I am not a very skilled moustache grower, and I firmly believe my moustache will look more like a 14 year-old’s than most. Feel free to point that out when you see me.

This is a cause that I feel passionately about and I'm asking you to support my efforts by making a donation to Prostate Cancer Canada.

To help, you can either: Click this link http://ca.movember.com/mospace/724590/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Okay, I have to gush about Game Over. A friend of mine wrote the book and I made sure not to learn to much about the book until I got my hands on it. WOW. Read my review.

First off let me say straight off that I am not a gamer. I have no interest in it but reading Game Over by Taylor Keating has changed that. If only gaming could be like reading this sci-fi, edged with fantasy tinged with romantic elements that leave one breathless – well then, I’d be the first person to become addicted to gaming. I certainly loved Keating’s hard ass heroine, River. The mix of Fae elements and Guardian qualities she possess add that extra element of intrigue to the book. What I loved overall were the layers of plot twisting through this book. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of reading it, get your hands on it fast. Game Over is about a video game programmer, that would be the lovely, minx of a character River – think sort of GI Joe Jane here and you get the idea of her personality. River’s world is post-acloptic. I will admit I’m not sure if this took place on Earth but the place honestly doesn’t matter. The texture of the land River equates with home is what makes it intriguing. She gets trapped in her own game because she has unknowingly tapped into her Fae powers and has given the Dark Lord, who was imprisoned on a planet by the Guardians – they are the Fae protectors – a chance to use her powers to escape his technologically advanced prison. In the game she meets Chase, a Guardian, who she thinks at first is the character Sever who she created. Good thing for her it’s not. Chase is much more than a mere code. His body is somewhere else in the known galaxy and his mission was to use his ability to project his soul to service the Fae. He and River work well together in the game. It’s a race of time, levels, and credits. It’s up to River to defeat the Dark Lord without selling her soul but giving up Chase is not an option. I don’t want to tell the ending because it left me gasping and dying to read the sequel but let’s just say it’s a very nice surprise…the sort I don’t often read anymore in sci-fi books. The visual imagery is amazing. The dialogue between River, Chase and Nick, her secondary hero, works great. Game Over gets all my votes as a must read. Oh, did I mention the otherworldly hot sex – yeah that worked very nicely into a Tor book – I honestly can’t remember reading a Tor book with good sex in it before…things are a changing for good. For more information on Game Over visit http://www.taylorkeating.com.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Wow time flies. I was away in PEI enjoying all those farmers with muscles (lol) and whammo my 2nd book in my Darklander Lovers series hits the shelf. Sorry I'm late in posting a blog...but here it is. Warning it's a hot excerpt

Be My Werecat TonightRenee Field

Book two in the Darklander Lovers series

As a surgeon, Hank is used to working with his hands. Good thing, because those skillful fingers are needed to release the passionate wild cats lying dormant in one tigress of a redheaded woman.

Naughty nurse Nora’s passionate response to her blind date unleashes something untamed within her. The only problem is she doesn’t appreciate her newfound gift. It’s up to Hank to teach her how to embrace her wilder side or they’ll both end up as housecats—a curse worse than death for a proud Darklander werecat.

Excerpt:The night had taken an unusual direction after the blind date auction. Having heard a man cry for help from the alley, Hank allowed his werecat to take over and it had been then he’d snagged her scent. All woman. Sensual, alluring healing heat radiated in bright hues of sparkling orange and red around her. She hadn’t been terrified of him. Instead, spellbound, Hank had watched her inch forward, forcing her own fear to heel so she could save the victim’s life with her hands. Witnessing her healing the man had almost knocked him over. If he hadn’t been watching her so intently he would have missed the flicker of the cat within her who screamed, “Let me out…release me!”

Tonight that’s exactly what Hank planned, to let the wild cat roaming within her free. He’d used his feline telepathy to discern who she was and quickly read the sexual fantasy she longed for. Discovering she was the woman who had won him as her blind date caused him to preen with satisfaction. Knowing her sexual fantasy was wanting to play doctor with him, his beast of a cat purred in ecstasy. So here Hank was—playing doctor when he really was one.

“All right, nurse.” Hank lowered himself to his knees, purposefully using his wide shoulders to part her legs. Again a moment’s hesitation met his attempt but then he felt her relax, parting her legs more on the stool so he could move his body between her thighs. The advantage was hers now. On his knees he had to look up at her while she sat poised on the tall stool. She was like a Goddess and he planned to worship her.

Hank moved lower. She had a doctor fixation, but his mind thrust had also revealed she felt her body was inadequate. Inadequate my ass.

“Lovely curls. Nothing I admire more than a true redhead.” He was glad he had insisted she remove her panties earlier. He blew a hot breath across her pussy, aching to dip his finger in to see if she was wet for him.

She harrumphed at him and a brief smile flew across her face.

Her immediate response to his praise confirmed what he felt. She judged herself too harshly. “Naughty, nurse…are you questioning my taste?”

She giggled, causing her breasts to jiggle. Hank stilled his hands that wanted to rip open the small black hooks keeping her tits from his view. He used the opportunity to leverage his body up so his mouth could latch onto her right breast through the bra. She gasped. Hank flicked his tongue back and forth over her sensitive nipple and then moved his mouth to her other breast to reward it also. Two large wet stains appeared on her bra. Her entire body quivered from his ministrations. The cats within him purred. He could see all her reactions perfectly even though the room was only lit with two flickering red candles that smelled of strawberries.

“Oh my. I forgot what that feels like.”

“I’m just getting started. When I’m done with my exam I want that pussy cream of yours to be sliding out of that warm cunt. Then I’m going to give you your annual checkup…you naughty little kitty.”

“Did you just call me kitty?”

Hank gave the insides of her thighs a lick, tasting her heat and unique scent, reminding him of fresh flowers.

“Yes, I did. Let’s unleash that kitty of yours.” To emphasize his point he moved his tongue higher, giving a rough scrape along her wet folds. Her body melted into his touch, her legs instinctively opening to him, allowing him to take her passion-induced scent into his body.

Hank’s rock-hard erection created a tent as it pushed painfully up against the zipper of his dress pants. He growled. His cats felt too constricted in the suit. Forcing himself to behave, he used his fingertips to outline her heaving breasts. She unhooked the lower portion of the uniform, parting the fabric in a slow tease. Her tiny exposed bellybutton teased him. “No laughing,” he cautioned, lowering his body once again so he could swivel his tongue inside her round bellybutton. She stifled a giggle.

“Nurse, I do believe I said no laughing. Your naughtiness will not go unpunished. Spread your legs wider for me.”

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Very busy over the summer with my new job, which I love and my new stories I've been working on. Ellora's Cave just gave me a new contract for my dragon erotic novella, called Beastly Passion, which I confess to writing about a year ago and finally got around to polish. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this story until I started doing those pre-edits for my publisher. I must say it's refreshing to enjoy your own work for a change.

At the end of July my first book in my new paranormal erotic Darklander Lovers series launched. Be My Vampire Tonight is the first in this three book series and I can't wait for my readers to read the 2nd book, Be My Werecat Tonight, which launches at the end of August - which is just around the corner. Funny thing I discovered when writing the vampire story - I really had to work at writing about a vampire. The entire blood/sex thing does not work for me so I confess to struggling to get the character right. Now, when it came to my werecat guy - bingo! I loved him from the get-go.

So tonight after 8hrs watching my son in a paddling regatta, running to see another one play baseball (and missing that), I made myself get down to figuring out my new netbook comptuer. Small, yes, but I'm getting it. I really don't like the new version of word -ugh - so far hate that, but finally feel like my fingers are adapting to the universal keyboard.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Okay my latest book is out with Ellora's Cave and I'm thrilled because this is book one in a three book series called Darklander Lovers. The first book is Be My Vampire Tonight and it features my cop guy Mitch (must admit I've got a thing for a guy in a uniform - scratch that, because if he's wearing a janitor uniform that might not work -lol) and Tina, my shy but powerful lawyer. I wrote this series because I've honestly never been on a blind date, but often thought I'd like it. Would I go all wild like my characters? Well, maybe, or at least in my mind that's a maybe. I'd love to hear from you. Let me know the crazies blind date you went on and you could win a free e-copy of Be My Vampire Tonight.

In his one hundred and twenty years as a vampire Mitch had never done anything remotely like this. Part of him thought entering a bachelor auction was crude while his baser macho instinct automatically preened before the crowd of oohing and ahhing women, madly raising their hands shouting out his number. Thankfully he was masked.

“They like you,” taunted Lance.

Mitch didn’t say anything. He lengthened his stride to ensure he almost floated behind Hank and did a slow turn just like his werecat friend. Then he flexed his forearms, moving them to rest behind his head in a casual pose and decided he’d finally gone barking mad.

Then her scent snagged him. Hot, lust-filled blood, ripe for the taking. More than that, he felt her mind push. That tingling awareness that said the woman, filled with thoughts of sex, was a psychic—a powerful one at that. He turned, his gaze catching on the long chestnut mane of curls streaked with hues of auburn and corn yellow colors, noting how it trailed past her pale, bare shoulders. She shuddered, turning her gaze from him.

For the first time in years Mitch’s cock hardened with mind-blowing lust, pouring like thick, warm blood through his veins. Physically he had to resist the urge to leap off the stage, grab the woman who had attracted his attention and bite into her veins, taking her precious desire-inducing life force. The sensation, so strong, caused Mitch’s cock and balls to tighten, the need for release a hot pulsing beacon that said she was his. Take her. Claim her. To hell with the consequences. And there would be consequences because she was a blasted human. A psychic but human none the less.Another mind push from her caused his steps to falter. Basically she told him to back off. He growled, the sound a low vibration laced with dangerous intent. I don’t think so. Mine. You. Are. Mine. You just don’t know it yet. But tonight you will.For the first time that evening Mitch truly grinned, ensuring no fangs revealed themselves. With his cock rock hard for the tantalizing taste of O-negative blood, he couldn’t wait to escape the theater and get his just reward for the night.When the endless marching around the stage ceased and they were finally able to exit, Sasha rushed up to them.

“Thank you…thank you. You guys were a huge hit. I just knew it.”

“Only for you, Sasha,” said Mitch, giving her an elegant old-fashioned bow.

Shoving an envelope and red rose into Mitch’s hand, Sasha continued. “Okay here, this is your date, Mitch. And yes, it’s the one you want. The instructions are outlined in the letter. This is for you, Hank.” She handed the werecat a tiger lily and an envelope. “And voilà, brother dear.” Sasha held a yellow daisy out for Lance with a similar envelope. “Be nice. They paid a small fortune for you and don’t forget this is a date. Have fun. See you tomorrow night.”

All three men groaned loudly but Mitch’s growl tugged a smile from Sasha’s retreating form.

* * * * *

“I got him. Number twenty-one!” squealed Nora, pleased when the owner of the establishment held up the number for her to see.

“That’s because you outbid me,” snapped Cindy. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got the one I really wanted. Number twenty-three. Who did you get, Tina?”Tina gulped. “I think I got number twenty-two but that’s not who I wanted. I was trying to bid for the guy across from him…number thirty-three.” Tina did not like the fact the owner flashed the number twenty-two at her. The number was taped to a ping-pong paddle to match the models on stage and the owner seemed oblivious to the fact that Tina had been bidding on the other man.

“Twenty-two…wasn’t that the spooky one?” asked Cindy.

“Wasn’t that the guy who looked as if he were floating on the stage?” asked Nora. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just a date, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, it’s a date…you do remember what that is, right?” teased Cindy.

Tina took another drink of the pink liquor her friends had bought her. She twirled the tiny matching fuchsia umbrella with her fingers. Before she could say anything a beautiful woman with long, straight black hair wearing a gorgeous short black dress approached the table. The only thing out of place was the bold purple witch’s hat she wore. Then again this was a theater charity auction.

“Ladies, I’m Madam Sasha. I can’t thank you enough for your generous bids. Here are your envelopes. The men you each picked are very, very special.

“Just how special?” Cindy grinned, giving the woman a bold wink.

“You will not be disappointed.”

“Actually, I tried to bid on thirty-three.” Tina seriously hoped to rearrange her date. While there was nothing wrong with the gorgeous man decked out in the kill-me-now tuxedo, his haunting good looks and deep chocolate brown eyes had evoked a dangerous twittering in her that she felt straight from her hot core to her now curling toes.

Madam Sasha pinned her with an intense stare. “Thirty-three will not fulfill you. Trust me, it’s twenty-two you really need. And as much as he might be gruff and all macho-like, just keep in mind that one is never too old to learn new tricks.”

“Tricks?” asked Tina, clearly confused.

“Yes, tricks,” snickered her friends in unison.

Tina shushed them. Why did I agree to this? Tina thought there was a lot left unsaid by the woman’s cryptic remark but she had vowed to have fun and let her hair down, and that’s exactly what she planned to do. Maybe another drink would be a good idea.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Hi everyone:I'm totally thrilled that the release of my first paranormal erotic novella in my new series is July 30 with my publisher Ellora's Cave. I'm lining up a contest and will be posting excerpts throughout the month. Below is the book blurb.

Be My Vampire TonightBidding on a masked man at an auction is all for a good cause, but what happens when he turns out to be a vampire who has the power to unleash the wild woman lying dormant inside you?

As a Darklander vampire, Mitch has spent a century living in a bleak world, but all that changes when he sees Tina. The beast living within Mitch wants to stake his claim. Mitch knows taking Tina’s virginity will change her forever, but try explaining that to a woman whose passion cannot be denied. Tina holds the key to his freedom, but Mitch will be damned forever before he turns her over as a slave for his Master.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

My life is not exciting. I spend most of my days at home, typing away, or emailing people. I don't interact a lot with adults and confess to missing that. I love writing stories and at the end of the day if I've written at least one good scene I'm okay. But, I thought I'd let the world following me (insert laugh here) discover a few things about me. Again - not that exciting, but my reality.

On your left is my Abyssinian almost 10 year-old cat called Paloma and on the deck, looking like he is the king of the place is my son's 1 year-old gray tabby called Tick-Tack (I call him Tack-Tack-Toes) - he's not very bright but playful.

1. I love bugs - I think they're fascinating, sometimes gross, but honestly when I was growing up I could spend hours watching one ant hill. Sad, but true.2. My favorite animal - cats (see pics and you'll understand why).3. I love to make my own jams.4. I dye my hair - and it depends on my mood and how cheap the hair color is.5. I shop a lot at Guy's Frenchy's and most times no one knows.6. I hate painting my toe nails but do it anyway, especially in the summer.7. I get totally overwhelmed with my life, my 4 kids, my writing and make runs to the store for chocolate.8. I hate cleaning my oven so much I do it only when things start to burn (that's inside the stove).9. I am a community activists and believe it takes a village to raise a child.10. If I won a million dollars I would do 10 seperate draws for families in my community to each get $100,000!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Yesterday I spent the day at my local romance writer's all-day workshop. It was great. While I didn't plot out a new romance, I have three I've got to finish editing, I did get once again inspired to write. And that says a lot. I find with editing I get pulled out of writing so even getting 2,000 words written in a week, with me juggling my kids, is an accomplishment. And speaking of accomplishments I wanted to highlight the fact that on Thursday I attended my friend, Pam Callow's debut launch of her romanctic suspence, legal thriller called Damaged. I have to say the place was jammed with well wishers, which Pam deserves. Pam, a mother of two and a lawyer by trade used her smarts to create the Kate Lange character. What I love about Damaged is that it's set in Halifax - our home town. Her publisher, MIRA, got behind her and I have to say they made one smart move. I came home Thursday night and started Pam's book and now I'm trying to find time in-between edits, and those pesky kids to read it. I can't wait until I can snuggle with hubby in bed (he likes to read beside me) and read more. My time for reading is at night, in the bathroom, or in the bath and I confess that I usually have four books on the go. Reading is essential if you're a writer, it helps you keep up with your market and in my case it helps keep my sanity.

Starting next week I'll be posting excerpts from my Fairy Curses: Kissed sensual paranormal romance I've been working on. I'll be looking for feedback and showing you before and after scenes with my editing process. Plus I might publish pics of my son's pesky cat who likes to snuggle next to my laptop - how annyoing!

Monday, May 10, 2010

I haven't blogged in a while. I know I should but what can I say - life is busy. So let me sum up what I'm doing.

Finished edits of my dragon erotic novella and added another 5,000 to it - I know editing usually means cutting but I felt I needed to add to this one.Working on cutting more out of Fairy Curses: Kissed, that's my mainstream sensual romance.Mapped out my new sci-fi erotic novella set on Jupiter called "Red Lust" and totally loving it.Working on revamping my 2nd Titan romance novel for my publisher, Ellora's Cave, as a stand alone.And, I just started a totally new writing project - 1st person narrative, mainstream fiction with a Mr. & Mrs. Smith feel to it. I'm psyched to get into this but need to focus and finish edits on Fairy Curses which will take me another week and I'd like to finish 4 more chapters in my sci-fi story...so waiting is good, because by then I'll have figured out the middle of my new writing project.

Monday, March 15, 2010

March! Yes, that means only three more months until summer. Can't wait. That said, the days are brighter, all thanks to the new day light savings time now taking place in March and the weather is teasing us with warmth. I've stashed all the snow pants, scarves and mitts away and it felt great. I don't dare put away the shovel away yet or it will snow so I'll wait until the end of March for that treat.

Speaking of treat, I'm almost done edits on my new Darklander Lovers series coming out from Ellora's Cave. This is three erotic novellas linked with a common theme. The first is "Be My Vampire Tonight" and then it's "Be My Werecat Tonight," and finally "Be My Warlock Tonight." It centres around three very unique women who go to a charity auction to bid on men who are their blind dates for the night. But these aren't your average men -lol. I'm working on my tag line - let me know what you think of this.

- In a world that exists in shades of gray she brought sizzling color to his life.-He only new shades of gray until her passion brought color to his life.- In a world of gray she brought color

Okay, help would be greatly appreciated. What else is new? I'm reworking my sequel to Rapture, which I've called Bliss to become a single-title so it will fit with Ellora's Cave's line. I've got a few more "tweaks" to work on for my dragon erotic and I just plotted out my new sci-fi erotic, which I can't wait to write as I totally love my theme, my strong-willed business women and the world on Saturn I've created.

I'd love to hear from you. What are you working on? What are you reading? Basically, I'm lonely. Drop me a line.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Okay, I confess to reading lots of Red Book and Cosmopolitan in the bath – my favorite place to unwind and I’ve noticed a trend. These mags hype what we as women are supposed to do for our mate. Hey, I’m not knocking it but seriously, what do men do to sex-up the love life? I’d like to know.

And, all I think of when I read about the chocolate sauce to paint all over your mate is what a god awful mess on the sheets and you just know who is going to be doing the laundry the next day – the woman.

So that got me thinking. What would I like my mate to do to sex-up our love life? Hum, well for starters take things slow. I love the foreplay, the slow tease of what’s about to be offered up to me. I admit to loving public displays of affections and a great meal out, because that would be without any children and it means I haven’t had to think of what to cook for dinner. And those PDAs can all take place under the table or in the back row of a dark movie theater. Hmm, what else? Music. Nothing makes the night sexier than really good “sex” music to add atmosphere to the room.

What would you like your mate to do? I’d like to know. This is all part of my latest research for my new erotic sci-fi I’m working so please share your secrets with me. I won’t use names, just want your ideas.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I admit I'm not techie - I can barely log into blog, but I'm trying. So today I signed on to my Facebook page and have added a new "Fan Page". Sign up please - it makes me feel like I have friends and that's sad. Lately, I've been huddled over my computer, stuck in my house working on my stories. Don't get me wrong, I love writing, but mold has started to grow on me. I need to escape. So I signed up for a new dance class - it got cancelled, so now I need to find a new one. I did pole dancing (loved it) but want to try something new. As a writer I need to add something to my creative outlet but it's hard for me to jugggle my kids, their activities, deadlines etc....guess that's life. I'm going to attempt Twitter - wish me luck.

On a happy note - Ellora's Cave signed on for my new Darklander Lovers series. Stay tuned for Be My Vampire Tonight, Be My Werecat Tonight and Be My Warlock Tonight - three erotic paranormal novellas...featuring very hunky men!